It’s raining again inside my head

That sound that sooths while still

In my bed listening to the imaginations

Of the mind

It’s raining again and myself I do

Find smiling at the thought of the

Streets being empty and body and

Kind that fewer and fewer there will

Be to find those whom drain of my

Emotions physicality and mind it’s

Raining it’s raining and I really don’t

Mind I think I shall go for a walk